Chapter Six
Master Chief hoped the signal made it back to the ship. Even he who faced the most dangerous scenario is becoming nervous. The narrow corridors were dark and filthy. Reptilian vermin scurried across the metal ground carrying scraps of meat back to their nests. A persistent clanking noise could be heard from some far off location. John wanted to follow it.
He opened a hatch and went through. The clink-clank got louder. Chief turned the corner. The noise was buzzing in his ears. He found a hatch with a console next to it. It was a simple hand printer. John put his hand over the odd claw imprint. It reacted with a buzzing sound as the door opened with a hiss. The rusty pistons opened the door to a loud, busy complex buzzing with life. Machines were making armor and armaments. Objects were being welded together. Master Chief has found himself in the weapons research facility of the Space Pirates.
The catwalk that extended from the doorway John was standing in to a small skiff. He walked down the catwalk and activated the skiff. It lit up and drove across the vast canyon of machinery and sparks. Soon, Master Chief heard the marching of the Space Pirate infantry in a desynchronized mess. They went to the food hall and savagely devoured raw meats. The warriors weren't aware of Master Chief hovering over them. The skiff finally connected to a narrow walkway leading to a hatch similar to the one John entered.
He was walking through another corridor when he bumped into a patrolling guard. Before the guard could sound alarm, Master Chief blew his head off. The gunshots echoed through the facility and before long, the running and roaring of the soldiers grew loudly throughout. John found the closest room to hide in and stayed there.
A pirate looked at the corpse.
"Who could have done this?"
"Whoever it was," another pirate answered. "He is still close. I can smell him."
"To Sector B!" barked the commanding alien. Pirates followed him through the hatch.
A few seconds later, Master Chief got out of his spot of hiding and ran through the opposite corridor.